So, the title to this entry is actually borrowed from a pseudo rap song by my good friend Ja Speed called "Gold in My Back Pocket B*tches". It is a wonderful song meant to be sung falsetto through six months worth of beard. Ja, in fact, is chalk full of these sorts of things. His portrayal of a drunk indian, though it would probably offend most people, makes me laugh uncontrollably and his monolog of a has-been hippie calling 911 to report a still-is hippie for living in a van up the canyon is timeless. To honor Ja I have created this OBEY-esque image:

I hope to turn it into posters, stickers and T-shirts to make my millions.
In other recent news, I am almost done with most of my schooling this semester and am very excited to have some free time in the evenings to pursue my life of leisure with my wife. and our 5 kids that we don't have. kids put the backspace backspace backspace in F-U-N. Just kidding about that.
I really have nothing against kids; you can ask anyone who knows me and they can vouch for that. Natalie on the other hand can't stand kids. Okay that was a total lie. She actually loves kids, especially babies, and she has set out on a mission to clothe every baby in the world with hand knitted apparel. Some of the stuff that she knits is pretty sweet and makes me wish that I was a baby so that I could wear it. Photos will eventually be posted of her goods. The trick is to snap a photo before it winds up on a random baby never to be seen by me again.
Natalie's knitting is awesome because it has the captivating power to consume her attention to the point of not noticing that I am at the skatepark riding my BMX bike which I have been doing a lot lately. It has been a blast and I have been progressing a ton- a feat that I would have not thought possible about a year ago when I was super afraid of everything. As a result of all of the riding my legs have been looking particularly heinous. I took a photo but it doesn't really get across the sickly green color that my knees have turned due to bruising.

Until next time.
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